Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.